Scorpio: Beneath the Veil of Mystery

Dear Scorpios, I understand you. This isn’t an attempt to channel de Gaulle, but rather a sincere expression of compassionate understanding. I’ve come to realize how hard it is to see yourself in these exaggerated astrological portrayals, filled with increasingly scandalous depictions of the darkness within, of drama, death, and sex... no less. Why do they paint such a provocative picture of us?

In Ancient Greece, Orion, the son of Neptune, was slain by Hera’s Scorpion, as she sought to humble this proud giant, so full of his own battle prowess.

In Ancient Egypt, Selket, the Scorpion goddess, served as both protector of the dead and guardian of tombs, with her great wings spread wide, shielding souls on their final journey.

Emerging from the depths of its murky underworld, the Scorpion is a creature feared for its sting, capable of paralyzing its foes or delivering an even deadlier blow. Yet, when the Scorpion strikes, like the bee, it perishes in the same act. In defending itself and its loved ones, the Scorpion makes the ultimate sacrifice—a symbolic gesture of profound beauty. Beautiful, isn’t it? Though, truthfully, you probably need to be a Scorpio to fully appreciate it.

Scorpios possess an intuition unmatched by others, sensing your every move and thought—even those you haven't yet dared to form. What some interpret as anxiety or suspicion, the Scorpio perceives as a kind of ultrasonic radar, able to detect the unseen and unspoken.

Scorpios are often silent because words fail them; they can never be dense, precise, or true enough to capture the depths of their soul.

Sometimes withdrawn, they reject superficiality and the social niceties they disdain.

Dear Scorpio friends, I see you through the limbo of your nebulous, branching thoughts and intricate doubts.

To the other signs, please forgive my bias! 😘